Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
L. Decosne,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.